He nerly peels out as he makes off after her second's head-start, front wheel lifting enough to make him start out wobbly, and with a strong curse dropped out of his mouth. God damnit.

He pushes forward, staring down the length of the beachside road with focused attention. He pulls ahead, but only for a second, before needing to swerve dangerously close to her to avoid a pothole. At the speed they're going, hitting it could be a wipeout House doesn't have the time to heal from.